Before we get started, I want to clarify a few things about this story. 1) There very well maybe character death. 2) I warn you, I am a very messed up (CRAZY!) person and can twist the plot like a twist tie.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Andy shot out of bed the moment he realized wasn't dreaming anymore. Andy was fifteen, and now able to go out on his own Pokémon adventure. You see, the law changed from ten year olds going out on adventures because of numerous deaths among the young children.
Andy looked in the mirror and inspected himself. He was a giant for his age, being six-foot. His body was sculpted like a statue; his lightly tan skin ran all over his body. His light brown hair was in the same general shape as Ash's with the colouration of his mother's. He did have something from neither of his parents, a genetic anomaly one might say. Both his eyes were green like a Caterpie's skin.
"Andy!" Ash called from a floor below, "Wake up! You don't want to keep Gary waiting!"
Andy quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a white shirt. He didn't bother grabbing a hat. He grabbed his PokeNav from his desk and bolted downstairs where May greeted him.
"Happy Birthday Andy," she said, handing him his backpack.
"Thanks, Mom." Andy replied. He walked over to his dad who had his iconic Pikachu on his shoulder.
"Andy, you're just hitting me with nostalgia," Ash started to ramble about his early adventuring days. Andy always tuned him out when he did this.
"Okay dad, I get it. Just promise me something." Ash nodded his head.
"What is it?"
"Obliterate me when I get to the league." Andy said with a grin, and Ash returned the grin with one of his own.
Andy was walking down the main street of Pallet Town towards Gary Oak's lab. He has been thinking for months on his starter Pokémon. There were three choices: Charmander, Squirtle, or Bulbasaur. He had his eyes on Squirtle just because everyone chose Charmander. But its balanced style didn't appeal to him, so it was up to Charmander and Bulbasaur. He didn't care for Charmander's all-out offensive move-set, so he was going to choose Bulbasaur.
Andy stepped into the line-up to choose the starters. There were about twenty people ahead of him, so he knew he was getting a Pokémon. When there were only two people ahead of him, something flashed out of the corner of his eye, and people started screaming.
"DEAR ARCEUS, HE HAS A GUN!" Some teenage girl screamed. Andy looked at the gunman and saw the weapon in his hands.
'It's a BB gun. I swear to Mew, these fools don't know what they're doing' Andy thought to himself. He boldly stepped out of the crowd, and toward the gunman.
"Hey, kid. Don't come closer or I'll shoot!" He said with far too much confidence in his voice.
Andy took another step forward. "Then shoot me," Andy started, "but I know that's not a real gun."
"What are you saying? Of course it's real!"
"Then shoot me." Andy said defiantly.
The gunman shot Andy with the BB gun.
"Pathetic. Stings like a bitch though." Andy said. He reached for the Pokémon his dad lent him. "Tarous, bring it!" He yelled. He sent out the Tarous, and merely pointed at the gunman. The gunman was being pinned to the ground while Andy called the police department from his PokeNav.
The police force arrived to arrest the man and settled everyone back in line. Andy thanked the officer in charge, and went back into line.
Soon, Andy was in the main room of the lab, and was greeted by Prof. Gary Oak.
"Ah, Andy, I was waiting for you to arrive. Come over here, won't you?" Gary asked. He gestured to the table where three Pokeballs were supposed to be. Instead, there was one Premier Ball, sitting there alone.
"Gary, what kind of joke is this?" Andy asked. He was going to pick Bulbasaur, not some mystery Pokémon!
"I was wondering when you'd ask," Gary started. "See, someone in a shroud and cloak came here only two days ago and delivered this Pokémon with this message: 'Give this to the boy of the master'."
"I was going to choose Bulbasaur…" Andy complained.
"Look, if you turn down this offer, you can have a Bulbasaur."
"What's inside?" Andy asked after a moments thinking.
Gary looked sincerely at the Premier Ball and answered the boy's question. "A shiny Ralts."
Andy's favourite Pokémon of all time was Gardevoir, and he knew Ralts is in its evolutionary chain. He grabbed the Premier Ball from the table. "Thank you Professor Oak!"
"No problem kid, she's yours." And with that, Andy bolted out of the lab to where a group of his friends were waiting.
"Odd sight, seeing you up so early Dan!" Andy called out, causing the group (That he towered over) to laugh.
"Yeah, couldn't sleep knowin' my best bud's gettin' his first Pokémon today." Dan replied, with his obvious southern accent.
"Well, who did you pick?" A girl named Samantha asked. She was also getting her first Pokémon today, being fifteen herself.
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." Andy replied. He always liked Samantha. She was just a little shorter than Andy, making her a giant as well. Not once had they disagreed on any major topic. She was freaking hot, and any guy can vouch for that, and her personality was equally intoxicating.
Oh yeah, I forgot to put 'liked' in italics. My bad.
"Now you have a starter to pick, Sam." Andy said with a small smile. After Samantha went inside, Andy's friend, Nick, gestured him over. Andy sat down to hear what the dwarf had to say.
"When are you asking her out man?" Nick asked in a joking manner.
"Come on, I don't like-"
"Dude," Nick interrupted, "you droll over her more than the rest of us combined and multiplied by you."
"Fine, you got me," Andy started, "but one does not simply ask out a goddess."
"Don't be referencing that Arceus awful movie…" Nick said in a joking manner. He pointed to Samantha, who was walking down the stairs, Pokeball in hand.
"Why can't you tell me which one Andy chose?" Samantha asked. She pushed her red locks away from her face.
Her skin was pale, save for a few freckles that dotted her face. Misty, her mom, always said she got those and her height from her dad, a man by the name of David. David died when Misty was pregnant with Samantha, so she never got to meet her dad. Misty would always mention that he was a big geek, but far too well built for the roll.
"Fine, just this one time I'll betray my friend's kid." Gary said, his words dripping with heavy sarcasm, but got a disapproving glance from one of the aides.
"He chose Bulbasaur." The aide called out from his desk.
"Charmander it is!" Samantha said gleefully. She picked up the Charmander's Pokeball and headed for the door.
'Damn she's hot' was all Andy could think. When he finally regained composure, he noticed that a space has been freed for a Pokémon battle. 'Got to stop dozing off.'
Nick was acting as referee for the fight. "Pokémon trainer Samantha and Pokémon trainer Andy, are you ready to battle?" The dwarf's voice called out, surprisingly loud. When Samantha replied enthusiastically and Andy gave a nod, Nick yelled, "Fight!"
"Go, Charmander!"
"Ralts, bring it!"
Eyes were on the shiny Pokémon for hundreds of reasons. One, Ralts isn't a starter Pokémon. Second, it's freaking shiny.
"Charmander, use scratch!" Samantha ordered.
"Ralts, teleport then psychic!" Andy said calmly. The small psychic-fairy type teleported behind its foe and held it in a mentally powered grip. Ralts then threw the Charmander towards Samantha.
"Charmander, ember!" The Charmander shot hot embers that came into contact with the Ralts.
"Ralts, give it all! Psychic!" Ralts dashed towards the Charmander, locked it into a mentally powered grip, and threw the helpless Pokémon into a tree. When Charmander wouldn't get up, the battle has been decided.
"Charmander is unable to battle, Andy and Ralts win!" Nick yelled.
Andy was about to recall Ralts when he heard a small voice.
"Don't put me back there."
/AUTHOR'S NOTE/ That was a pretty decent first chapter, right? RIGHT? PLEASE?
Anyways, I'm thinking of giving the Ralts a Nickname, so if you have any ideas, please leave a review. Reviews are nice. PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW! Flare is welcome as well.
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